peace has settled blissfully over westeros at last, after months of torment and enough loss to last everyone a lifetime. as the festival of the spring blooms come to a close, it seems that their time in highgarden and, by association, their time under the watchful gaze of the southern queen regent, is very nearly over. though very few resolutions have been made, it’s clear that there seems to be very little reason to worry any more and, therefore, the queen feels there is no need to keep everyone holed up any longer, no reason for them to remain locked in borders that were not their own. it is announced at the festivals closing feast that in just over a week’s time, everyone will be free to return to their own lands, tend to their people, and reacclimatize to life in their respective kingdoms. life will finally get to return to normal and, by the gods, may peace prevail.
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though the event ends tonight ( 11:59pm est, june 6 ), event threads can be continued and new ( non - event ) ones can be started, though all threads should not progress past 12pm est on july 15.
after the event concludes, threads can focus on packing and preparing for their travels home, but we will not be writing out any of the travel. as of 12pm est on july 15, we will be entering our second arc, which as you can see above, will be taking place in dorne.
there will be a time skip of three months between everyone leaving highgarden and their arrival to dorne, feel free to headcanon out how your characters spent this time. if there are any major plots you’re interested in your character ( s ) going through during those three months ( marriage, pregnancy, etc. ), between now & the 15th is the time to let me know so that i can make a note & best accommodate !
obviously, the characters don’t know that they’ll only be home for a few months, but this knowledge is given to you to best plan accordingly.
your characters are free to do as they please once they leave highgarden, whether they return to their respective seats or spend time with friends, family, or loved ones elsewhere.
details of our opening event in dorne will be released sometime at the start of next week !
until then, if you have any questions or concerns at all, don’t hesitate to let me know ! <3
the roseroad, for what it’s worth, is not nearly as daunting as the high road through the mountains of the vale, nor as treacherous as the boneway through the red mountains into dorne. as far as travel goes, it is easy if not monotonous, horses and carriages alike meandering past lush forests and over the mander itself, spring in full bloom beyond the walls of king’s landing. but that is not all westeros has been tending to while the nobles have spent the last few months in lockdown, for it seems that seeds of unrest have been sowed among those that lingered outside of the capital, common folk uneasier by the day as the death toll only seemed to rise. the roseroad is blissfully beautiful, but the eyes that watch them from the shadows of the tree line are anything but kind.
after just over a week of being on the road, finally reaching the fork that will either take them south towards highgarden, or west towards goldengrove, the traveling caravan stops for an afternoon of rest. unbeknownst to them, a group of bandits had slowly been following along through the trees, members of all orgins and statures and loyalty, and all eager to get their hands on everything they could. for they were not shy with their splendor, four kingdom’s worth of gold and trinkets and lives worth more coin than they’d ever know what to do with. with the nobles least suspecting, they launch a volley of arrows towards the smattering of camps, following close behind with a variety of swords and makeshift spears, intent on harming anyone that got in their way. and for the first time in months, it’s made abundantly clear that no one is safe, no where is safe.
several find themselves injured in the initial fray of the attack, in the panic that unfolds rapidly around them. arrows whizz by and the shouts startle the horses, meralyn stark tossed from hers into a pile of rocks and cracking some ribs, while reila cerwyn’s injuries are minor in comparison, arm sliced by an arrow and tailbone hurting something fierce. delena blacktyde finds herself hit with a poison arrow and knocked unconscious, left in a worrisome condition. queen regent selina targaryen takes a poison arrow to the arm in a pointed assassination attempt, carriage attacked by the bandits and carried by a kingsguard while consciousness is lost. other’s acquire wounds as the fighting begins, braxton flowers receiving a gash along his cheek, and gwynevere blacktyde several cuts and defensive wounds as they do their best to protect those they care for. echo bolton finds herself taking a blow aimed for her husband, through his own cowardice alone, and a handful of bandits take princess lyarra stark hostage for several long moments and ends up getting stabbed in scuffle of breaking free. other bodies cry out in pain around them, ladies like alerie redwyne and argella selmy attempting to hold their own, the latter hit in the head and concussed, while karson snow is stabbed in an attempt to protect taria dayne, and valter pyke ran headlong into the fray.
not everyone is so lucky to escape with injuries, to be promised recovery, and the violence escalates to the point that several lose their lives. princess saga greyjoy, a valiant fighter, finds herself bested in the end, outnumbered and with a knife embedded in her back. ruling lord eliar bolton receives what is coming to him, in the end, his wife turning the tables and with the aide of the dowager lady arryn, quickly drive a blade through his heart. talitha dayne, in attempt to protect her youngest brother, throws herself in front of him and pays the price with her life. ruling lord orland mooton, terrible man that he is, finds himself face to face with his eventual son - in - law, and what one would assume was a moment of understanding, of fighting together, turns into warik arryn taking the lord’s life right then and there. and, unnoticed, a second assassination attempt is made, this time against ruling princess sita martell, and it’s successful, using the unfolding chaos as a distraction to poison the princess and exact revenge.
the nobles, though exhausted, are able to rest at last with the majority of the bandits now dead or injured enough that they won’t see morning’s light. any other’s that may have slipped through the cracks are few in number and ruling lord tyrell assures they will be taken care of promptly, once their wounded and deceased were tended to. sleep doesn’t come easily that night, and though recovering adds a couple days to their journey while damages are assessed and the caravan regroups, there is no denying that they’re much more eager to get to the safety of highgarden now than they were before.
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tldr : during their travels to highgarden ( just around the halfway point ), the travelers are ambushed by bandits that had been watching them since they crossed the mander and several are injuried to various degrees, while others die as a result.
the deceased : ruling lord eliar bolton, ruling lord orland mooton, princess saga greyjoy, ruling princess sita martell, talitha dayne.
at this point, everyone is tending to the wounded or mourning the deceased, and can be a great jumping off point or inclusion in threads, especially now that tensions are so high for the last half of their trip !
threads can continue to take place at any point during the travels, but now is a good time to be aware of where your threads are timeline wise and that if you are focusing on any threads beyond the edge of the mander river, the attack is imminent or just occurred !
if there are certain closed threads you’d like to write during the attack, you are free to do so, though any open threads mentioning the attack should take place after the fact.
if you have any questions, do not hesitate to let me know, and as always, have fun and cause chaos !
when there is one, there is many, a fact that seems to apply to death the same way that it does a flock of gossiping ladies or the spread of wildfire. and in king’s landing, death always has an agenda, a fact that seems to be proven time and time again. things were going too well with the joy of a join wedding, king’s landing too calm even when ironborn lord seemingly topples over a balcony in a drunken state. while most write this off as true and accidental and mere coincidence, some ironborn are not as quick to believe as much, and it’s this snooping that will get another one of them killed nearly a week later. just as it is one’s ties with a traitor that will earn them a similar faith.
gysella goodbrother, found dead. case in point that trying to uncover the truth will only destroy you in the end, as if the nobles of king’s landing hadn’t already learned their lesson. trying to uncover the details of victarion drumm’s death, and getting closer by the second, the ruling lady of hammerhorn is taken out by tybor clegane in order to keep the secrets behind the not - so - accidental death between those that knew and those that needed to know only. curiosity spreads like wildfire and it is best to nip it in the bud before it burns everything they’ve worked so hard to protect, to the ground. it’s a warning that you are far safer minding your own business than you are about trying to uncover a murder, the details of which are clear when the ironborn are made aware of her death. one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence. but three ? three’s a pattern.
auden forrester dead proves as much. the people of the north were angry, scandalized that a traitor had attempted to take their king’s life, had threatened the princes and princesses, and his family had been spared. it is only fair that the forresters suffer in the same way the starks had, losing members one by one until there is nothing left, and going against their king in every way possible, the ruling lords of houses bolton and karstark took matters into their own hands and with careful planning in the couple weeks post - wedding, attacked the newly - minted ruling lord of ironrath in the middle of the night. he fought for his life the same way he fought to right the things that had been wronged by his brother and his father before him, but the northern lords had bigger tricks up their sleeves than even he could’ve prepared for. if their king won’t right the wrongs against the crown, the north’s people certainly will.
the queen regent of the southern kingdom had thought they might find peace again with erik forrester dead, had thought the deaths had stopped once and for all. but how wrong she had been. and nearly a month after the weddings, after much debate and the sudden, growing unrest in king’s landing, the decision is made about their next move: a compulsory travel to highgarden. making the trip from the southern capital to the seat of the reach is not voluntary, and anyone found straying during travel will be deemed as traitors and promptly executed. there is no better way to weed out the attackers among them than by forcing them to hole up in carriages and make the almost two - week trip, by which time they will either be dead or prepared to strike again. it’s hard to know which it will be until they arrive, but king’s landing will no longer be the battleground for whatever internal war is raging on.
ooc info / important notes .
please note that while the murders of these two characters are public knowledge, who did them is not ! so unless your character is tied directly to or told by those that did it, your characters shouldn’t know any details other than the how !
the sisters of both gysella and auden have been made ruling lady regent until both rognar pyke and olyvar forrester are old enough to rule of their own accord.
surprise ! this party is moving to highgarden ! the distance between king’s landing and highgarden will take anywhere from a week to two weeks ( depending on travel speed ), so officially, travel will begin at 6pm est on thursday, may 5th & should conclude no later than 11:59pm est on sunday, may 15th !
as everyone is required to make the trip, during this week & a half, you are free to write travel threads or any other threads of your choosing ( anything major should be run by the main first ), or you may focus on wrapping up any threads set in king’s landing !
while most nobles can & will travel with their family, your characters are free to travel in carriages with whoever you’d like ( so long as it’s discussed between muns and makes sense for your characters ) !
on the sunday that ‘travel’ ends, a post will be made in regards to our first event in highgarden, which will begin monday, may 16th !
otherwise, keep an eye out for our official travel post this thursday, any shenanigans that may occur during it, and our impending arrival ! feel free to have your muses discuss the murders, or save it for while they’re traveling !
have fun & if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out !
days spent in the dungeon, last visits with former friends and loved ones alike, all things that most would not be granted in other circumstances. least of all a traitor to the crown, his own at that. but everyone is desperate for the answers that they’re sure erik forrester has, and so they let him sit and rot and wonder which day will be his last, all while trying to work out his reasoning and his role in the previous attacks. most are disbelieving that one man can be behind it all, but so glad are they to have a killer behind bars, to know that his life will soon end, that they all but turn the other way when it comes to the details. and details he does provide, claiming responsibility for every horrible thing that’s happened since all of westeros has stepped foot in king’s landing. the poisonings, the head on spikes and the fire that nearly consumed the coronation, the organization of the attack over the walls during the wanderers. the death of prince robert stark and king lucaerys targaryen, the unplanned casualties. all his idea, all his doing.
none seem so suspicious as the man who was caught wielding the blade, so they have little choice but to believe him. as much as one can believe a man who’d been lying so well until this point. at the end of the week, he is finally drug from his cell and into the light of day, nobles occupying every open space around the great courtyard outside of the keep when king benjen stark awaits, a man on his way to meet his maker. the crowd is filled with mutters of dissent, horrible things whispered about the forresters, about the traitor that had been so hidden among the king’s most trusted individuals. the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword, but it is a heavy burden to bear against a criminal once thought friend. steps feel to fast and too slow, a family distance and disowned watches with distaste, victims of losses that he had created curse his very name. not a man, but a menace, a plague upon their kingdom. forced to his knees before his king, silences stretches between them as a hush falls on the crowd. no hesitation when the sword is raised and brought down upon his neck. the same silence follows when the last breath escapes the traitor.
westeros may breath a sigh of relief knowing that their tormenting is over, their tormentor dead. for now, that is, and they are eager for well - earned distractions. for life to return to normal. and so it does.
ooc info .
erik forrester is now dead and has claimed responsibility for the attacks on the southern kingdom, its occupants, and the northern royals. auden forrester is now the ruling lord of ironrath.
most people are eager to return to normalcy and are either grateful that the ‘suspect’ has been caught or suspicious that they’re not getting the full story, you decide !
threads centered around the execution / with the executed party can be continued to a point of conclusion at mun’s discretion ( or headcanoned out ), though new threads should focus on post execution.
the streets of king’s landing have been deemed safe again, so time spent among the capital leaves the characters free to do as they please while restorations post - fire continue. this is a great time to form alliances ( or break them ) and muns, it’s a great time to consider your characters arcs and whether or not they’re a little villain club - y.
next moves are important, though not to worry, as there is a light event in the near future to take everyone’s mind’s off of things, because i do believe i hear wedding bells a - ringing !
as always, if you have any questions or ideas, feel free to reach out !
it is a long couple of weeks, cycling every member of court through the throne room for interrogations, and it’s hard to tell if it’s done more harm or good. names are thrown out, accusations for the sake of accusations, and it leaves the queen’s head spinning with potential subjects. some of which had been suspected of their own accord, of course, though there are many that now live in the bright light of scrutiny. still, with much to think about, it has to take a temporary back-burner to the more important task at hand, the funeral of the late southern king and the wake to follow.
it’s a grand affair, though no less can be expected of the targaryens, everyone gathered to watch the great pyre that consumes lucaerys’ body before the winds take his ashes out over blackwater bay. everyone is invited into the great sept to hear the high septon himself say a few words, to speak of a young king taken before his rule could truly begin, of a younger king still that is meant to take his place. it is seemingly one somber occasion after another. as they all gather, the bells atop the seven crystal towers ring in unison, a kingdom mourning their king while many others mourn their own, the remnants of the destruction still evident everywhere beyond the walls of the sept. and as the septon’s words fade into the grand dome of the hall, guests are dismissed to offering their blessings or share their grief, to pay their respects to the dragon statue that will be placed below the sept in his honor.
the crowd slowly but surely begins to dissipate, trickling back out of the sept and walking in groups back to the keep. none walk alone, and rightfully so with tensions as high as they are, until the last of the stragglers that remain are the northern king and his men, his small council. though benjen dismisses them all for a private conversation with his hand, back turned to ponder their next moves, how they made finally rid themselves of king’s landing, erik forrester has other plans in mind. there is a dagger in hand, aimed directly at his king’s back after the last attack did not go according to plan. the wrong king’s death on his hands. they stand on the raised pulpit that the high septon had just spoke from, putting them in clear view of the otherwise empty sept. it’s a perfect plan, to kill the king and slip out to leave his body to be found, if only he had accounted for the guards that still lingered. though the hand he places on the king’s shoulder is feigned comfort, it’s really to give him leverage to drive the blade straight into his back.
perfect, until it wasn’t. so caught in his plans, he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching from one of the long aisles just beyond his peripheral. ❝ your grace ! ❞ sharp voice rings out, too fast and too sudden for him finally to achieve his goal, the king shoved behind the guard in an act of protect. as the king turns, there is no way to lie his way out of this one, and the dagger clatters deafeningly to the floor of the pulpit as another guard knocks it from his hand, delivering a swift blow to erik’s temple and rendering him unconscious. shame, isn’t it ? that the one’s you think you can trust the most are the most prepared to stab you in the back ?
ooc info .
though this is considered the ‘ official ‘ conclusion to the interrogation task, feel free to continue to post your character’s responses, if you haven’t already, but don’t feel pressured to, either.
erik forrester, hand of the northern king, attempted to murder king benjen stark in the great sept of baelor following the funeral of king lucaerys targaryen. caught in the act, he’s now been taken to the dungeons until further notice for questioning and punishment.
for treason against his king and his kingdom, he’s set to be executed in several days time, a duration only granted from his previous friendship with the king and to ensure he answers for his crimes in every way imaginable.
the festival seems to go on without much issue, more days spent with joyous laughter and free of worries than king’s landing has had in a long time. business bustled and children ran, though heavily supervised, through the streets without a care in the world. while it’s near impossible to forget the tragedy that followed the ball, that followed the coronation of the king and queen, it was blissful, at least, to pretend that they were not slowly being hunted down by killers unseen. but, for some, there is a constant, nagging threat, a note unread to the people of westeros whispered about behind closed doors. and, gods only know that all good things must find their end.
tourneys are won ( and lost, rather unceremoniously ), and more use out of the harbor than anyone’s seen since many of their guests first arrived. all seemed to be well when nearly all of westeros gathered along the street of the sisters, around the dragon pit, gazes turned skyward. slowly, the wanderers shift closer together until, near the peak of the evening, they settle into a straight line and the audience clamors and whispers in excitement, what may be a once in a lifetime experience for some, if not all in attendance, hard to predict when or if it might happen again. but excitement soon gives way to startled shouts as a shadow slowly creeps along the surface of the moon. most could only watch in horror as inch by inch, the night’s source of light seemed to disappear.
though the initial chaos that erupts is minor at best, it only seems to intensify as the darkness persists, bodies fumbling in the night. and then the first flames seems to hail from the sky, seemingly out of nowhere as they coast over the walls of king’s landing, finding purchase in buildings and fields, some even far enough into the harbor as a handful of ships catch ablaze. while most have pulled their gaze from the sky to scramble for safety or in search of loved ones, if one would look for just a second, it would almost appear as if the wanderers themselves were streaming from the sky to let the city burn. in the panic induced chaos, none seem to notice the individuals that seem to appear from nowhere as well, emerging from the shadows and over the edge of the walls, as if they’d been lying in wait this whole time. they would make good on their promises.
as buildings burn and weapons flash, the inevitable is bound to happen. nobles and commoners alike are lost in the conflict, some able to walk away with minor injuries, some incapacitated entirely and others ... well, they give their lives. liliyana storm was on the edge of the street of the sisters when it happened, the building nearest to her shooting flames near enough to scorch her abdomen and in the surprise is attacked and sustains a large slash across her back. ryon allyrion ran head first into the fray in search of his loved ones, and pays the price of a well - aimed stab wound to the shoulder and a handful of nasty bruises. warik arryn’s parental instincts took over ( unbeknownst to him ), injured by debris as he attempted to shield his daughter myrcella rivers. auden forrester ends up slashed across his chest while protecting and defending his sisters from attackers, though not without them sustaining a few injuries of their own.
aenysa targaryen and cassandra baratheon met up along the way in an attempt to heard civilians to safety, the princess sliced along her side towards her hip and a burn along her palm from attempting to open the door of a building on fire, whereas the lady of storm’s end gets trampled in the fray and sliced across the face when attempting to pick herself up again. within the edges of the red keep, desmera sunglass nee bulwer is injured while attempting to usher people safely inside, having been enjoying the festivities from afar, sliced across the side before being stabbed in the thigh. relina manwoody, on the other hand, faces a greater foe at the harbor’s edge, nearly drowning before being saved by victarion drumm. additional injuries include those of alerie redwyne, laurent lannister, nymeria sand, rodrik pyke, saga greyjoy, & una baratheon nee hightower.
things only go from bad to worse from there, assassins from two different ends of the spectrum with nothing but a royal paycheck on the brain, one fights robert stark with great gusto, an unsuspecting duel in the midst of it all, but at the last second, his attacker gets a leg up and buries his blade deep in his chest, words whispered in his ear as he takes his last breaths. you dug deep, but our blades dig deeper. the other stalks his prey more efficiently, catching the king, lucaerys targaryen unawares with his guards so preoccupied in securing him that they fail to notice the shadow that silently sticks his blade through the back of his head. gone again before his body ever hits the floor. paxter redwyne finds himself trapped in a burning tavern, screams drowned out by those around him as the alcohol catches fire and explodes the building down around him. the ruling lord stefon arryn fights valiantly against a small group of vigilantes, quite spry for his age, but he could only look at so many of them at once before blade slices clean across his throat, leaving him gaping in a pool of his own blood.
no one is left unharmed, this time around, and the vigilantes seem to disappear as quickly as they came, just as the eclipse of the moon seemed to fade away, sweet moonlight flooding the disastrous scene of king’s landing below. for the first time in a century, king’s landing is a waste of flame all over again. no one is without casualty, no one, it seems, except for the martells. now, more than ever, their dornish companions face many pointed fingers and threats and, while king’s landing now mourns for the second time in a matter of weeks, it becomes all the more pressing to secure allies in a war that seems inevitable.
a tldr :
as the wanderers align, a lunar eclipse occurs ( lasting between 2 - 3 hours in its entirety ), and an apparent aerial assault of flame lay waste to king’s landing, sending the people into chaos. vigilantes join the fight and don’t leave without taking out a few nobles of their own.
among those injured are alerie redwyne, relina manwoody, desmera sunglass nee bulwer, una baratheon nee hightower, ryon allyrion, liliyana storm, warik arryn, auden forrester, laurent lannister, rodrik pyke, saga greyjoy, nymeria sand, aenysa targaryen, & cassandra baratheon.
among those now deceased are robert stark, lucaerys targaryen, paxter redwyne, & stefon arryn.
other characters may have any number of other minor injuries to include burns, cuts, bruises, etc.
it takes several days to account for the dead, to ensure proper funerals regardless of faith, and when the smoke has finally cleared and the dust settled, it seems as though they could not be further from answers. or retribution. in the days that followed, the king’s small council worked hard to find those responsible, day in and day out trying to trace the poison or find the fire starter, though both prove to be futile. with nearly all of westeros crammed in the great hall for the coronation, and dozens of supplemental staff aiding in breakfast, it’s hard to pinpoint a lead and grant their guest the peace of having a killer off the streets, or the promise of safety.
based of a tip of one of the kitchen maids, the lord commander drags in a guard in an ill - fitting uniform bearing the arryn sigil, claiming allegiance to the eyrie under the name of edryn hersy, a claim none can seem to confirm or deny. alongside him, a woman dressed as though she’d come from the forest herself, asda, revealed through no easy task to be a greenseer. with no other leads, the man is charged with the posing of the stakes and setting of the flames that left so many injured, while she is held responsible for the poison slipped into breakfasts all around the keep. their lives on the line, neither deny their involvement, but there is a ripple of unrest that surges through the crowds at the sight of these people ready to face execution with no feasible ties to the deceased parties. whispers ask — how are they playing the game ? what could they stand to gain ?
the king’s justice is called forward, sun glinting off his blade as it first clears the hersy ‘ lord, ’ tinged with blood as his head lands only just before his body and attention turns to the woman. she looks patient, expectant, as if she has seen this moment coming. certainly she has, her terrible red gaze almost at peace. sword raised, it falls with a sickening sound just as a raven soars into the room, head cocked to the side as it perches on the edge of the iron throne, watching the king as all eyes fall to the note it had dropped at the base. room so silent one could hear a pin drop, no one moved, no one dare speak for fear of what might be found in the scroll.
finally, the king rises, measured steps turning a dozen steps into what feels like ages and as he grabs the first, a second falls to his feet, two messages bound together under the guise of one. clearing his voice, it is hard to tell what emotion flashes behind violet eyes, but it is not a good one.
❝ we are many, and we will not be so easily extinguished. a trail of bodies lay upon your road, dragon king. we demand justice, and we will achieve it by any means necessary. we are coming. ❞ he reads the first, the quickly rising panic subdued by the reassurance that the walls of king’s landing will keep any encroaching violence, met with dissent about the fact that their attackers had been within king’s landing this whole time. calling for silence, it’s as his eyes scan the second note that he chooses to dismiss the public rather than reading it aloud. small council, is pulled aside, and unease lingers.
the council room door slams shut unceremoniously and the second note lay center of the table between them all, everyone looking on with rising unease.
the stars will fall and the sky will go dark, and blood will stain the streets of king’s landing again. they are coming, and you will burn.
important notes .
the people of westeros definitively know the details of the first note, and know that even if they doubted the role of those executed in the attack, it means that there could be more among them.
though small council members and the king and queen are the first to know the contents of the second note, it is likely ( but not required ) that they told their families and though unconfirmed, whispers of its contents have likely spread.
as mentioned above, though claiming the name edryn hersy, he was not a member of house hersy and his origin remains unknown, and is considered a point of speculation. anyone applying for house hersy should keep this in mind.
with the introduction of greenseers, they may soon become playable characters within the group, though there are few left after the three - eyed raven, and knowledge of them is not considered widespread at this point.
while not timeline definitive, current and future threads are free to include discussion of this, even if it is retroactively, as this is considered to have happened within a few days to a week after the attack.
an event will follow up this plot drop, details to be released soon <3
the ball is an evening more grand than anyone could imagine and though the last of the stragglers don’t return to their room until the wee hours of the morning, by breakfast the great hall is transformed into a scene fit for a coronation. most take the morning to prepare, to gather themselves and discuss their next moves when the last of the celebrations ends, while some wait in the wings with more nefarious schemes up their sleeves. shadows lurk around the corners of the red keep, some blending in with the nobles while others fall in line and wait, patient as ever. for a century of peace is destined to come to an end.
when the sun reaches its peak, there is not an empty seat in the great hall ( and nary enough room to stand ) as the doors close and the high septon takes his position in front of the king and queen at the head of the room. it is a droning process, it seems, as the septon speaks slowly and each step seems exceptionally drawn out, and most disregard the constant flicker of his gaze towards the door a mere idle act, but everything seems to be going to plan. the crowd is quiet, respectfully slow, and no sooner are the crowns placed upon their monarchs heads than a scream is heard from the back of the room, and more shouts of panic and unrest begin to surge forward.
the first scream that of the ruling lady baratheon, her lord husband collapsed and frothing at the mouth. poisoned, dead. the next few in quick succession as a lady of house myatt, lord of house gaunt, and a member of the king’s own guard by the doors are among those to meet a similar fate. the murmurs that quickly follow accompany frantic movements to and away from the doors, suddenly locked as smoke begins to billow underneath the gilded doors. panicked that not only are they trapped in a room well on its way to being consumed in the blaze, but there’s something that seems to be taking them out from the inside, as well.
with much convincing, those that are able are ushered into the secret passages of the keep, down into maegar’s holdfights while guards spread out to find the source of the fire and end it quickly. hours pass in tense silence or endless finger - pointing, and when the lord commander returns, his grim features betray just how bad it is. the nobles of westeros emerge to find three heads on spikes in the same great hall they’d just been in, recent and unsettling against the charred remains. ser rickard stark, ruling lord brunn blacktyde, and the southern master of laws, lord colren sunglass. perched atop the master of laws head is a raven, whose message is clear as day.
lannisters aren’t the only ones who pay their debts. yours shall be paid in blood.
no way to discern who murdered their people, the entirety of king’s landing is placed on lockdown until they figure it out or take each other out in the process. many are quick to blame their hosts, while other fingers point towards the dornish, who seem unscathed, or the greyjoys who seem impassive in spite of the obvious threat to their lives. there is one thing they can agree on for certain, however, and that’s that the dead they now mourn had something in common. but what ?
ooc information .
tldr : though finally officially crowned king and queen, the targaryen rulers’ day of celebration was cut short in both attempted and successful assassination attempts in the form of poisoning and fire. a mysterious force left a very clear message that this is not the last they’ll be hearing from them and it will only be a matter of time before the bodies continue to pile up. forced to stay in king’s landing, many must bide their time and point fingers until justice is served.
clarifications : the poisoning was done by unknown sources via breakfast delivered to the quarters of various nobles, not all families were targeted, but a significant handful were. the fire started outside of the great hall and only made it into the initial entryway, though the outer hallway is significantly damaged, house quarters were unaffected. characters can venture into king’s landing, but there is increased security and the gates in and out of the capital are closed and heavily guarded.
this concludes our very first event & ushers us into a period of even more tension ! confined to the red keep & the inner walls of king’s landing, the pool of people they thought they could trust now seems significantly smaller & nobles are forced to reconsider and restrengthen alliances while many mourn their loved ones.
at this point, you may finish any threads from the event, but please do not create any event related starters ! feel free to post starters based on the events of the plot drop !
if you have any questions, or are interested in a member of your characters house being one of the victims of the widespread poisoning, shoot the main a message !
